Weedvillian Walker: FINALLY FINISHED FIRST

Saturday, March 31, 2007

FINALLY FINISHED FIRST

Kind of neat after such a rough month at the store, but I finally finished first in sales. Which really isn't saying much because it was such a lousy month at work for all of us. Some day I may truly be able to compete with Sharan and Val. They have some awesome numbers most of the time.

Today was my long day, and I didn't get any exercise in today. I always hate that and had thought that maybe I could at least get out and walk around the store building, but that didn't happen either. Had also thought that maybe I could have had time to use the paper cutter at work and cut the "raffle tickets" I had made.

think our next fund raiser is going to be a 50/50 drawing and am making up the tickets now. Drawing to be held on May 1, and I am hoping to sell enough to have it be a good amount. I guess we won't know if we don't give it a try, and the worst that happens is that we don't sell very many. I think we can do okay with this though.

Am thinking about going to see my mom and dad tomorrow and already know that my sister won't be around. she is heading to Salamanca with friends to play bingo..boy, does she ever love that game. Good luck, sis.

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In Memory

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!””Gone where?”Gone from my sight.
That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: ‘Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke

Don't Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will. When the road you're trudging seems all uphill. When funds are low and the debts are high. And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down a bit. Rest, if you must, but don't you quit Life is queer with its twists and turns. As everyone of us sometimes learns. And many a failure turns about When he might have won had he stuck it out: Don't give up though the pace seems slow- you may succeed with another blow. Success is failure turned inside out- The silver tint of the clouds of doubt. And you never can tell how close you are. It may be near when it seems so far: So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit- It's when things seem worst that you must not QUIT Author unknown